by Zane
Aleck gripped me tighter by the ass cheeks and carried me out of the water, then lay me down on the sand. He never broke his stride with his tongue action. Not for a second.
“Enough!” I screamed out, as another orgasm rippled through me. “I can’t take anymore.”
Aleck stopped and caressed my thighs, which were now shaking like a washing machine during the rinse cycle. “You like the way I eat this pussy, Baby?”
“I love it, but I really can’t take anymore.”
He grinned. “Maybe later, then.” Suddenly he looked concerned. “Damn!”
“What?”
“I don’t have a condom. I had hoped but… I really didn’t think that we would…”
“It’s okay,” I said, rubbing my fingers across his chin. “I’m on birth control.”
“You sure?” he asked.
I snickered. “Positive. I’m the one that swallows every morning.” The connotation of that was cute. “I swallow pills every morning.”
“Maybe soon you’ll be swallowing something else every morning.” We both laughed.
“I want you to put that beautiful curved dick all up in me.” I reached down and grabbed; his dick was rock hard. “I have an itch and I need it scratched.”
“Where are you itching?”
“Inside my belly button.” I rubbed up and down his thick shaft. “Will you fornicate under the consent of the king with me now?”
“Absolutely.” Aleck started sucking on my breasts again, causing me to moan with intensity. I anticipated his entry, and like a surgeon, he delicately placed himself inside my sugar walls. “Aah, that’s it,” he said. “Let me show you what making love really feels like.”
I rubbed the back of his head. “Is that what we’re doing? Making love?”
“We’re making history,” he replied.
That was a new one on me; “making history.”
Aleck put his arms underneath my knees and pushed my legs up over his shoulders.
“That’s it. Go deeper,” I said. “Rub it against my special spot.”
“You like this dick,” Aleck said, turning me on by talking dirty. “Tell me you like this dick.”
“I love your dick. Give it all to me. Take all this pussy.”
I started gyrating my hips, trying to work his dick like a vise by contracting my muscles on it.
Then…I screamed. Not a sexual scream but a painful one. Aleck freaked and pulled out of me. “What is it? What’s wrong?”
“Something cut me,” I said, sitting up and reaching under my ass. “I hope it wasn’t a jellyfish.”
Aleck started reaching to and came out with a broken seashell about the size of a golf ball. The ragged part of it had torn into me. I could tell that I was slightly bleeding.
“You okay?” he asked.
“I’m fine.” I put my arms around his neck and pulled him to me. “Can we continue what we were doing?”
“How about back in your room?” he suggested. “That way we won’t have to worry about needing a first aid kit when we’re through.”
I giggled. “Good point; but this is so peaceful, so sexy, being out here…with you under the moonlight.”
“I’ll tell you a secret.”
“What?”
“I look the same under regular light bulbs.”
We both laughed and got up, searching for enough clothing to wear back to the hotel without arousing suspicion. We went back to my room and fucked in three more positions that night. First, I was on top. Then, we did it sideways. Finally, he fucked me doggy style and I could feel the tip of his dick all the way up in my stomach as his balls slapped into my ass from behind.
Later on, after I sucked his scrumptious dick yet again in the shower, he ate my pussy so tenderly, like it might break if he was too rough with me. The ceiling was mirrored and I watched the back of his head as he got lost in my goodies. He was serious about his business and after we fucked about three or four more times, he put me to sleep by eating my pussy all over again. I slept like a newborn baby.
THE AFTERMATH
ALECK
She was so beautiful, as she lay sleeping. What a workout! I had never fucked or been fucked so hard in my entire life. I was in love, pure and simple. I was ready to make a commitment. I was ready to move to be with her; whatever it would take to make her mine.
Kiss and her friends were leaving that day and I had to let her know how I felt. I could not let her get away.
We sat out on the balcony, overlooking the ocean, an hour later. We were nude, but had a blanket wrapped around us as we cuddled.
“Kiss, last night was wonderful.” I kissed her hand, then her cheek. “I wish you didn’t have to leave today. Can you stay a day or two longer? You can sleep in my room.”
She giggled. “How thoughtful of you.”
I winked. “Hey, I’m a gentleman.”
Kiss suddenly looked upset.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“There’s something I have to tell you.”
“What’s that?”
Kiss blurted it out, like it was nothing. “I’m engaged.”
I stood up, naked, dick swinging for the world to see. “What did you just say?”
She gazed up at me. “His name is Darrell. We’re getting married in two months. I met him last year in the grocery store.”
“What?” I asked again. “Tell me that you’re joking, Kiss.”
“No, I’m not. What’s so crazy about this entire thing is that I dreamed about you before I even met him. Life is strange, but who are we to question things?” She stood up, but kept the blanket wrapped around her. “Calibri and Nancy decided that we should come here for a last girlfriends’ getaway before I tie the knot. That’s why I’m here.”
“You mean so you could come over here and get fucked before you tied the knot.”
She slapped me; it stung. “I didn’t come here to get any dick, Aleck. I resent that. What happened between us wasn’t that basic. It was something special. Something electric.”
“Okay, so if it was that damn special and electric, then dump him to be with me. You said you dreamed about me before you met him. That technically makes me first. I’ll move to California; whatever it takes. Just don’t let this end like this…not like this.”
I knew the words sounded ridiculous as they were leaving my mouth but I did not care. This was not fair, for me to meet the woman who possessed every quality that I could ever ask for and then have to give her up to another man.
“I cannot break up with my fiancé, Aleck. I feel something for you, I won’t lie, but he and I have made plans.”
“Plans are made to be broken.”
“But promises are not,” she said, cutting through my heart like a knife. “I made Darrell a promise and I have to keep it. Would you want someone to break their promise to you?”
“No, I suppose that I wouldn’t,” I readily admitted. “This is just hard for me, Kiss. Last night, I felt something. I felt it from the moment I saw you.”
“You have no idea how long I’ve been feeling you,” she responded. “This is insane. All those dreams I had, and here you are.”
“It’s not insane at all, if it’s true.”
“It is true. That’s why I had to be with you. That’s why I had to take the opportunity when it was placed in front of me.”
I smirked. “So, was I better in the fantasies?”
“No, you were better in real life.” She punched my arm lightly. “In my wildest dreams, I could never have imagined what happened last night. How you felt inside of me. How you tasted. How you tasted me.”
My dick got hard all over again. “Down, boy, down,” I told it, trying to swat the hardness away.
Kiss had other ideas. “No, let’s not let that erection go to waste. Will you dick feed me one last time before I leave?”
Before I could reply, she was on her knees on the balcony, trying to swallow me whole. She let the blanket drop and I was mesm
erized with the way her tight ass bounced up and down in the air as she devoured her last meal.
It hurt me to say good-bye later that day, but what else could I do? I had the seashell from the night before and gave it to Kiss when she was in the cab leaving for the airport. I stood there until the cab carrying her and her friends was out of sight. Something within me wanted to rush to the airport and beg her not to leave, but I had my foolish pride. Plus, I could not make her do something she did not want to do. No matter how special our one night together was, I was being egotistical to think that I could make Kiss forget about her fiancé. I would simply have to live with the circumstances and let the memory of her carry me through the rest of my life.
Mike and I still had several days there. I spent them sulking on a lounge chair on the beach while Mike chased tail. He had slept with Nancy that night; Calibri wasn’t having it. Mike said Nancy was “aiight” but nowhere near as fly as she wanted men to think. He claimed that she was scared of the dick and gagged while she was giving him head. I asked him if he ate her, and he said, “Hell, no! The only pussy I eat is the one lying in the bed at my house! Fuck all these other tricks!”
I had given Kiss my number but I knew that she would never use it. Other women tried to distract me in Jamaica. Mike even came to my room with one woman who was down for whatever, but I politely asked her to leave. I loved Kiss and prayed that one day our paths would cross again.
DALLAS, TEXAS
JUNE 1995
ALECK
“Kiss, it that you?”
I couldn’t believe it. After all those years, to run into her inside an airport. It was so cliché.
She spun around to face me inside the American Airlines terminal.
“Oh, my God! Aleck?”
“One and the same.”
I set my briefcase down and slung my garment bag over my shoulder as she approached me. I was preparing myself to throw at least one arm around her. She was still a stunner—remarkably so. She had on this black business suit that made her look incredibly sexy; even though I am sure she was going for the more conservative look.
Our hug was nice, but reserved. She smelled like shampoo mixed with floral body spray. Even with all of those scents masking it, I could still smell her pussy. It was calling out to me. Heaven help me, but that was one call that I yearned to answer.
“What are you—” we both started to ask in unison.
She threw her head back in laughter. I remembered that mouth, those lips, engulfing my dick and filling me with pleasure. “I’m on my way to a business meeting in New York. My flight was cancelled, engine trouble, so it looks like I’m stuck overnight. What about you?”
“I’ve been here for two days. My flight leaves in an hour.”
“Oh…” Her voice reeked with disappointment. “That’s too bad.”
It took everything in me not to try to devour her right there in the airport. Every inch of my being wanted her. I had to do something to protect my emotions, so I asked sarcastically, “So, how’s the hubby?”
“I guess he’s fine.” I eyed her strangely, with a raised brow. She shrugged, then added, “I wouldn’t know how he’s doing. He’s my ex-hubby now. We still speak, but I don’t get into his business.”
I was stunned. “What?”
“We got divorced last year. It was amicable; nothing too nasty.”
“Did he cheat on you?” I asked, thinking the man would have to be a damn fool if he did.
“No, at least not that I know of. We weren’t compatible; had different goals. That sort of thing.”
I motioned over to the seating area by Gate 31. After we sat down, I reflexively took her hand. “What type of business?”
“Huh?” Her mind seemed a million miles away; she was lost somewhere in my eyes.
“You said that you’re on your way to New York for a business meeting. What kind of business?”
Kiss grinned. “Well, I gave up being a clown. I had to, after I realized that I was pregnant.”
I could tell by the expression on her face that the look of anguish on mine was obvious.
“I have a little boy, Aleck. He’s seven.”
I forced a smile. “What’s his name?”
“Aleck.”
“Yes?”
Kiss laughed. “My son’s name is Aleck, Aleck. I named him after you.”
Her grip tightened on my hand.
My mind started running rampant. Did she say that he’s seven?
“Kiss—”
That was when she glanced down, noticing my wedding ring. “You’re married?” she asked, yanking her hand away.
“Kiss, you walked out of my life…after one night. I needed someone to…to fill the void.”
She was visibly upset. “How long?”
“Just two years.”
“Oh…” That one word hung in the air like a thick fog.
Meanwhile, I will still doing the math in my head. “Kiss, is Aleck my—”
She shook her head adamantly. “No, he’s not. What happened between us meant a lot to me, Aleck. I enjoyed our time together and he reminded me of you…a little. Or maybe I just wanted him to remind me of you. I really wanted to be able to at least say your name on a daily basis, even if it wasn’t to you directly.”
I sighed in relief, or disappointment. I was not quite sure which emotion outweighed the other. There was no way that I would want a child of mine in the world and not know him, or have him know me. I decided that I was more disappointed than relieved. God, I would have given anything to have a baby with Kiss. Snap out of this, Aleck, I told myself.
“To answer your previous question,” Kiss said, interrupting my thoughts, “I work for a major property management company with offices in twelve cities along both coasts. I have to go back and forth to New York quite often.”
“Sounds interesting. At least you get to travel.”
“I used to travel with the circus year-round, Silly.”
I laughed. “Good point.”
“I only recently started to travel again. After I had my son, I wanted to be there for him; but I need to make a living now that I’m single…and this works.”
“Your parents watch him when you travel?”
“They pitch in, but I have a great nanny. He’s a wonderful kid!” Her face beamed with pride, making me feel even worse that he was not mine. After a long pause, Kiss asked, “So, what’s her name? Any kids?”
For a second, I had no clue who she was talking about; then I remembered. Janice. Janice and I met during a jazz festival in Richmond, Virginia, in 1992. We dated for a little over a year before deciding to settle down. She was a schoolteacher and I admired that. Kids had become serious behavior problems, particularly in public schools, but Janice was one of the few teachers who was totally committed to making a difference. She was from a large family in North Carolina but had relocated to the D.C. area to get her degree from Howard University. She was quiet, a homebody, and all she wanted to do was make me happy when she was not teaching. She volunteered for a lot of programs and I could not ask for a more loving individual in my life. Yet, sitting there with Kiss, all I could think about was being inside of her. I should have left…before it was too late. I should have told her that I needed to head to my gate so that I would not miss my flight. I should have done something else…something other than what I did.
KISS
“Did you forget her name?” I chided, after Aleck did not answer.
“What?” he said, coming back to reality.
“Your wife. Her name?”
“Her name is Janice. She’s a schoolteacher, from North Carolina.”
“What grade does she teach?”
“She teaches middle-school math. Grades sixth through eighth.”
“Any kids?” I held in my breath, hoping he would say no.
“No kids yet. We’ve both been pretty caught up with work.”
“You still a financial analyst?”
“Yes. I’
m not like you. I’ll probably be doing the same thing when I’m ninety.”
Hopefully you’ll be inside me when you’re ninety, I thought. Aleck looked like time had stood still. He was the same man that I had fallen for in 1987—perfect. He had on a golf shirt and khaki slacks and I could see the outline of his dick. The curved dick that I had missed for many years, along with the man attached to it.
“Do you love her?” I asked blatantly. “More than me?”
Aleck could not find the words.
“You do love me, don’t you?” I leaned over and drew his bottom lip into my mouth, suckling on it. “I fell in love with you that night in Jamaica, too, Aleck.”
His eyes watered as we stared at each other. “Then why didn’t you say something, Kiss? Things could have been so different. So damn different.”
“It wasn’t our time.” I touched his wedding band; it glared in the setting sun through the picture windows of the airport. “I guess now isn’t our time, either.”
I stood up before I broke out in tears. “You’d better get to your gate. I called for a car and it’s probably waiting outside to take me to a hotel.”
Aleck grabbed my hand and pulled me to him. He buried his nose in my belly button, whispering, “Let me go with you.”
“We can’t, Aleck. It wouldn’t be right.”
He stared up at me. “Nothing has ever felt so right.”
“Then get your things,” I blurted out before either one of us started thinking with an ounce of clarity.
We were out of the airport, inside the black Lincoln sedan, and all over each other in less than ten minutes. I climbed on top of him, not giving a damn what the driver could see, and gave him all the tongue he could handle. He hiked my skirt up around my hips and worked his fingers inside my black lace panties, fingering my sweltering pussy.
“I want you so bad,” I said, coming up for air. “But…” I climbed off of him.